Footprints Of Love

 

As my Sovereign Self

I am Choosing to walk in

the World with footprints

of Love; leaving a trail of

Light wherever I may go.

 

Image courtesy of piper60 on Pixabay.

 

Winter Sky

Birds flit wheel dart dive –
alight on bare branches to
observe the onset
of dusk; waxing moon rises
majestic in winter sky.

January Walk By The River

A whir of wings – ducks
in formation circle; break
the water’s surface
with a gentle “whoosh,” cleaving
v-shaped furrows in their wake.

 

Image courtesy of Free-Photos.

We are each Each Other; We are each of us One.

We are each Each Other; We are each of us One. A poem about unity and Oneness by Julia Greef.

 

I am in You and

You are in Me, each of us

expressions of the

Vast Infinite Consciousness

that suffuses – that Is – All.

 

Image courtesy of geralt.

The Moon and Venus, January 2, 2017.

A tanka about the beauty of the night sky and the alignment of the waxing moon and Venus.

Bright crescent moon and

Venus ablaze in the sky

emanating light

as dusk gravitates towards

night. A new era is born.

At Twilight in Winter

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Sheen of lustrous moon

in a pale blue winter sky.

Twilight lingers as

dusk surrenders to blanket

of white. World steeped in stillness.

Jan 1, 2016

This tanka I composed while walking my dog around midnight on January 1st seems like a beautiful promise of things to come in 2016.

I’d like to share it here, and also take this opportunity to wish you all a year in which light glimmers even in the darkest shadows and you revel in an abundance of such magical moments.

 

Jan 1, 2016 tanka

 

Under the light of

half moon and stars in the deep

chill of winter night,

frost-studded grass glimmers like

quartz – transforms, transmutes, transcends.

 

Unfurling

Photo courtesy of Manabu Momose.
Photo courtesy of Manabu Momose.

Litanies of lack

and limitation stifle,

stunt self-expression.

I choose to honor life, love –

allow my soul’s unfurling.

In This Moment

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Just as my worry

rises, threatens to consume…

four sparrows – darting

back and forth, bending boughs at

dusk – remind me all is well.

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